Indifference (n.) is already a relation to beings as such — so the animal cannot even be indifferent.
Indifference (n.) is neither having faith nor questioning — and it can busy itself, with keen interest, with both.
Indifference (n.) is no third way between being and not-being; it would only be the being of non-beings — a higher nothing.
Indifference (n.) toward death is what the 'they' decrees as fitting — a cultivated 'superior' calm that alienates us from our ownmost possibility.
Indifference (n.) solidifies the open into "what is generally there," so that the real ground of truth — being carried away and enchanted — looks like a strange exception.
Indifference (n.) between people is not like things lying side by side; not mattering to one another is still a way of being with one another.
Indifference (n.) toward death is itself a way of being toward it — our ownmost possibility is an issue even when we seem untroubled by it.
Indifference (n.) in profound boredom does not leap from thing to thing like a fire; all at once everything — ourselves included — is enveloped in it.
Indifference (n.) is a pallid lack of mood that craves nothing and abandons itself to whatever the day brings, and it shows most penetratingly the power of forgetting.
Indifference (n.) toward being is not a negligence but the utmost intensification of the power of calculation — the blindest denial of the incalculable.
Indifference (n.) of ordinary understanding is enormous not because it blurs one being into another but because it fails to hear being at all: beings are the beginning and end of its accomplishments.